Exorcist's Self-Cultivation

Chapter 75 075, Dream or Reality?

11:33 PM.

The first floor of the psychological counseling clinic.

Du Wei sat on the sofa, looking up at the Antique Clock on the wall, and at Annabelle.

Surrounding him were Bone Powder, Holy Water, a lighter that could fight Evil Spirits, Andrew Dowqui's silver cross dagger, and that white mask.

He had been maintaining this position for a while now.

Early tomorrow morning, an Exorcist sent from the church would arrive.

According to Father Tony, they were bringing some special items collected by the church, which could limit the spread of the nun and even reseal her.

Of course, their first stop would be the psychological counseling clinic, to deal with the trouble on Du Wei — the two Evil Spirits he had vaguely mentioned.

But anyway, that's tomorrow's concern.

In other words, for Du Wei, his colleagues couldn't offer him any help at the moment.

Well...

This "moment" refers to right now.

The biggest trouble for Du Wei was the nun's unbreakable curse. Each time he fell into a dream, he'd contact the nun, initially unable to open his eyes, just as if he were experiencing sleep paralysis, even with a clear consciousness he couldn't break free, he could only wait until the last moment, when he woke from the dream, to open his eyes and lock gazes with the nun for that brief moment.

Of course, after entering the Third Phase of the Spirit Vision and his Right Hand successfully underwent the Evil Spirit Transformation, Du Wei had a slim chance of resistance in the dream and could control his own Right Hand.

But...

Every time he entered the dream, Du Wei found the distance between himself and the nun was rapidly decreasing.

Initially, the nun was floating above him, her body parallel, around two to three meters in height.

But the second time, this distance shortened by a third.

And yesterday, for some reason, it was almost direct contact; the nun touched his Right Hand. He could vividly feel the sharpness of her nails dragging across the back of his hand, causing a thrill of horror.

"This is strange."

Du Wei stopped looking at the Antique Clock and Annabelle on the wall, instead focusing on his own Right Hand.

Pale, with well-defined joints.

When not in the state of Evil Spirit Transformation, this Right Hand looked no different than normal, just a regular hand.

But when he finished this cigarette too, Du Wei's brows furrowed.

"Something seems off, what am I forgetting?"

He abruptly stood up, surveying the first floor of the psychology clinic.

There was no sign of anything abnormal. The Antique Clock was properly hung on the wall, and Annabelle laid silently in her display case.

There were no shadows, no knocking sounds, the lights didn't start flickering, the TV didn't start changing channels by itself, and the water tap in the upstairs bathroom wasn't turned on, no sound of running water was heard.

"This is very wrong."

Du Wei glanced at the time again; it was 12:03 AM.

According to past patterns, the two Evil Spirits in his house would become active after midnight. Although their activity had decreased a lot since the addition of the Antique Clock and Annabelle, he could still feel that unusual, oppressive atmosphere.

But today, it was as if they had made a pact; there was not a single peep from them.

Even the mask that had just been brought into the psychology clinic was eerily quiet.

Oddly ordinary...

Du Wei's gaze turned cold instantly as he entered the Third Phase of Spirit Vision.

The next second, his expression froze, and his breathing came to a halt.

The nun from his dreams was sitting right across from him.

At this moment, Du Wei was standing in front of the sofa, while the nun sat in the patient's seat, looking as though the doctor was trying to explain something to the patient.

"Is this a dream, or reality?"

Du Wei asked himself, forcing himself to calm down and stay rational.

Then, he faced the nun and locked eyes with her.

In the past, the nun had only existed in his dreams, and Du Wei was never able to see her clearly. But now, at such a close distance, he could see her in full detail.

In Du Wei's eyes, the nun was dressed in clerical attire, her head covered by a veil, with an Inverse Cross hanging on her chest. Exposed were only her hands, gray and wrinkled with sharp nails, and her face, which, at a single glance, sent shivers of terror from the depths of one's soul.

Her face was eerily abnormal, the skin gray and decayed, like that of someone long deceased, with disproportionate facial features, a tightly closed mouth that was a dark purple, and a nose as sharp as a hawk's beak yet strikingly prominent.

The most unsettling feature was her eyes: the sockets were deep-set, almost without visible lids, as if burned by fire, frighteningly black, and her eyes differed from those of normal people.

The whites of her eyes were a dark yellow, and the pupils were like tiny black dots, cold and merciless, filled with deep malevolence.

Du Wei took a deep breath, sweat beads forming on his forehead, then he thought for a moment, lit another cigarette for himself, and sat down.